Princess of the Night, hah, Queen of the Night. That is what they shall call us.
Princess Luna sat alone, her silhouette illuminated in the dim light of her moon in the middle of her bed chambers. Books and scrolls lay scattered around, her bookshelf toppled and her bedspread tattered and torn.
She stared down at her reflection in the polished stone floor, though the mare that stared back was not any she recognised.
She was a shadow in the night; a dark Alicorn, clad in black armour, her piercing yellow eyes cutting deep into her soul.
It had been a long time coming. Luna silently thought to herself. For many years the ponies of Equestria, the ponies that by all rights should be hers as much as her sister’s, had never given her the recognition she deserved.
They always loved Celestia, they would come out to play during the day and celebrate her sun. But do they ever celebrate the night? No. When the night comes everypony goes indoors, they go to sleep and they wish that the day may come again.
In her eyes the night is really the best time. She spends all her time carefully crafting it, studying history and creating constellations to honour those that had fallen in the final hours against the lord of chaos.
But yet, nopony pays it any due. They don’t look up at the night and see it the way she does, they simply see it as the time between the days.
But no longer.
Luna’s expression turned to a scowl, and the reflection in the floor before her formed a twisted sneer.
A black helmet levitated off of the dresser and over to Princess Luna, securing itself snugly over past her ears and around her horn, completing her transformation.
It was time that they grew to love the night as she does.